BANK THE TANK

Sent a diss hit him in his shit now he onna gram
He was chasing bitches chased em down while he was wit his man
He claimed he don't know us and we cool niggas just some fans
Niggas know how I turn to a demon hopping out that sprinter van

Raise the stakes
Come through super charged they say I'm bank the tank
Started from the bottom I'm at the top I say I changed the ranks
I ain't at the top cause I'm hot shit I was taking plates

I earned a name
Started making bank
Then I made a way
I Saved the gang
I ain't never change
Unless I'm feeling rage

Front him ten he brung it back the same day
Gang ways

Super slimey
Knocking niggas off I'm super grimey
Tried to line me with a double a
Cross he suicidal
Only way you get my name if I really like you

And I gave niggas pain hit his head and his wife too

I had spent a ten and got it back
Dropped a ten and got him whacked
Bro just caught a b went to the v and got a different gat
Niggas really bitches come to beef they turning chicken scraps

I'm still tryna spin they block
Pop out hitting different opps
Niggas had a beam on his face it look like chicken pocks
My bitch mad kept calling my phone talking different thots

I don't love them hoes I just fucked them for the drop
Yeah I loved that pole it had slumped I can't switch my Glock
Unless it on the back
We had hit his head I'm talking fucking hat
Niggas bitches in the field playing safety playing running back

I played quarterback I lead
Chased him down with them beams
Smoke real exotic weed



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Writer(s): Nyeim Ford
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